"Doggie" by dingo

During our families outing....my eyes of hazel strays across the park filled with toys and such. Where kin folk were playing softball and chasing the women around the toys that made my mind wander, begins to imagine these seesaws, swings, and spring loaded animated figures that swings back and forth inside my innovative head. Focusing on one guy, one sweet looking dude, with long shaggy sandy hair and eyes the color of frozen ice. Pretending in my mind of getting laid by him, a none member of the large family but a good friend of Jim's (favorite cousin) whom makes me want to cum all over myself each time my lovely eyes strays to this strangers hard boner I sought through the tight jeans. Laying naked against him. Especially after he stalks me too and whispers his intentions in my ear and enjoy the thought of his nose inside my dry dark body hair. Tongue licking me up...

Mom suddenly rings the dinner bell (large metal triangular object) as a signal for everyone to retreat for the afternoon meal that everyone had pitched in and prepared for this grand feast.
After everyone was seated with their plate of food, I wandered over to the food and filled my paper plate with: chicken leg, dumplings, and bread stick. Knowing everything I added to my empty plate had one thing in common, hardness! That I somehow crave.

When I returned my heart felt weak as hell, knees were numb and knocking in harmony with my throbbing pussy as this angel was sitting next to Jim, where I once had parked my skinny butt. Leaving me just enough room to squeeze my shapely torso between these two astounding studs. When my cluttered mind and shifty eyes begins to ponder over and down onto his blistering...SHAFT!! And day dream.

"Umm baby, I want to see your bulge up close and feel your heavy sack in my palm." I said so softly.
Realizing your heavenly eyes of ice were seeking the same pleasure once my hand moves up and down your hairy thigh and gradually up your unevenly cut hems as my heart fell to my throat once I realize you weren't wearing anything under your jean shorts except a massive bush of heaven.
Gripping harder your soft shaft, jerking upwards, watching your facial express- ions turning bright red that my feverish mind would feed on. Slowly sliding the head up and down my warm inner thigh as my petite knuckles barely grazes your dark fibers while you squirm even more, in hopes that no one was able to capture where my hand was.

I vision making-love to you atop the tall green grass behind the smelly outdoor bathrooms. Where you would get me naked, after I had already unclothed you and lay between your legs as you stand over me with your heavy beast of a hard-on, yearning to climax in my face and hole where I see your horny eyes wandering down to.

Once you had me in your hand, beneath the table, I wanted so dearly to stroke your cock harder. Enjoying your hand and fingers massaging my massive hair while I squirm in place to try and avoid your touches to my clitoris before engaging my wet depression with your fist. But neither of this had happened until I drop my fork to the cement slab. Face to face with the enemy that I need to conquer before the day was through. Then reaching out for your stiffness I felt against my moist cherry lips, moving the tip back and forth with enormous visions and animosity running through my head as I wrap my hands around it and took you deeply between my quivering lips. Spreading my lips apart and savoring each gulp of your hard flesh, sucking it plentiful as my fingers run in- side your fiery orchard.
Suddenly we were out behind the string of outhouses, getting naked, when I suddenly felt your enormous swelling running wild and rapidly up and down the crease of my nude buttock. Making every attempt, effort, to please me when my eyes shut tightly. Anticipating your penis ramming me while I was still on all fours. Feeling your injection, fucking me as your fingers drew closer to my shimmering teats to calm them down, and rotate each one in little circles as I continue to back into you repeatedly. Trembling all over when your kind fingers pinches my erect nipples, heavy breathing and suttee kisses were being applied to my fair skin as I erupt all over your heavy sword upon each kneading heave.

No, I never seen him again. But if I have, I would plant his face between my legs again and screw the dog shit out of his healthy tongue.

 

the author of this story wrote: I do hope you enjoy the show. I have many more short-stories in my library room ready for the readers pleasure. So if you would like to view more...ASK.